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Nov 29, 2006 15:33

Vincent: "Could you have her put some shoes on? I don't want her walking in the dust. And could you make sure - she likes to talk to the workmen, but I don't want her breathing in all the dust."
Me (brightly): "Sure."

(five minutes later, Hortense is bending through the doorway watching the plummer do the bathroom. much dust is present.)

Me: Hortense, could you please put on some shoes?
Hortense: Stop it.
Me: Come on Hortense, your daddy wanted you to put some shoes on
Hortense: No. Stop it.
Me: But it'll just take a minute. Put some shoes on okay?
Hortense: I listen to dad
Me: But dad told you to put some on!
Hortense: I only listen to dad, and if I not listen, I not have do.
Me: Hortense.....
Hortense: STOP IT!

I don't know why he thinks I have any control over her, I can't even get her to stomach me in the same room as her unless she deigns to allow it. "Hortense - le petite dictateur"  is as appropriate a title now as when I first arrived.....
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